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posted by princessofmagic
Incase wewe didn't know, is is my new account because I couldn't for some reason log int my other one.

Chapter two.


When the school orodha pointed out that Alex couldn't go back to school shopping with her mom, she was upset. It was sort of a tradition that she and her mom go school shopping every year, and this was the first mwaka that they didn't. The orodha alisema specifically "girls who have mugle parent/s are prohibited to bring there them school shopping, as they will not be able to see anything, much less the enterance.". When the letter alisema that, Alex quickly figured that she was not going to, like, a Target au something for supplies.

The letter alisema to go to the back ukuta behind the Stapels on the corner of Maine mitaani, mtaa and 7th street. All the bricks are gray, exept for one red brick on the very bottom row. Take that brick out, and put it in a empty hole three up and two over. Tap very other brick around it, and stand back. Two doors should open inward to Malaina ally.


Alex drummed her fingers nervously against her body bag as her mom pulled into the Stapels parcking lot. She had the school supplies list, her wallet, her phone, a note pad, and a pen all stuffed into her small panya Pack- a francise like upendo Culter, only Ittalian- over the shoulder bag. Her chokoleti brown hair with natural red highlights was pulled up into a high, neat ponytail, and she was wearing an machungwa, chungwa tank top, white short-shorts, light blue converse, and her white and blue sunglasses rested on juu of her head.

Alexs mom parcked the car and turned around. She smiled warmly at Alex and said, " Well, here we are." Alex looked out the window and sighed.

"Yeah, I suppose." She opened the door and stuck one foot out.

"Im proud of you." Her mom blurted. But she did look proud. Her daughter was a witch! And probably a good one too! How could she not be proud?

Alex blinked, then smiled. " Thanks mom.". She got out of the car. "I'll call wewe when Im ready to leave. upendo you." with that she slammed the door and waked towards the store.

At first glance, wewe would probably see a mom dropping her daughter of to go buy school supplies. But if wewe looked again, wewe would see the girl slip around behind the store and start looking for a red brick.

Alex placed the red brick in the named spot, and taped very other brick around it. Suddenly, the red brick sunk deeper into the wall, as if pulled kwa an invisible force. Then the ukuta itself slowly swung inwards reaveling a beautiful ally. It was about the width of three car lanes, with side walks lined with small trees and benches. People who comfortably crowded the ally didn't give a sekunde glance to Alex, who stood there awe struck. Finally she remembered to step mbele and go school shopping.

Finally Alex came to a store called 'Olives magic accessories and necessities'. It had a large window on the doors left, and it showed things like several sizes of caldrons, different bottles of potions, ect. When Alex entered, she was surprised to see that it was actually two stories tall instead of just one. Shelves lined the walls and were lined in neat isles across the floor. Alex looked at the first thing on the list, grabbed a basket, and set to work.

Feather quills.

There was two whole shelfs detecated to rows of feather quills. Each quill was floating an inch above the actual shelf, and they were lined in neat rows according to color and pattern. Each feather was 25 cents, the same as a pacge of pencils. Some were long and slim, some were eagle feathers, some were hawk feathers, some were goose, bata bukini feathers, some were jogoo au raven feathers, ect. Alex decided on three swan feathers that were ten inches long, pure white except for three inches of black on the very end, one seven inch long raven feather, and a eight inch long eagle feather.

'Okay, feather quills, check! Now what's next......leather notebooks? Ummmmm, okay, sure.' Alex placed the fear hers in the basket and looked around for leather notebooks. She found them lined up neatly on a shelf. They were old fashioned, with lined paper invisibly glued in to brown leather covers. Some were old and faded, some were new looking and shiny, some had straps to properly close them, some had little paper slots in the front to put your name in and class. Alex ended up buying five new-looking notebooks with straps and slots.

Seven ink bottles, two test bottles, one bronze collapsible telescope,one miniature pewter caldron, one small scale,and three sets of potion ingredients later, Alex left the store, carrying two large blue-green bags in the crook of one arm and the orodha in the other hand. She looked around the mitaani, mtaa and took a deep breath, glad to be out of that store that seemed to get smaller with the zaidi stuff wewe got. She glanced down at the last thing she needed. An animal for spells class. Either a toad, cat, au owl.

'Do I want a cat? au do I want an owl? Cat au owl, cat au owl?' Alex mentally debated as she walked down the mitaani, mtaa for an animal store. She liked Cats better, but if she ever needed to send someone a message, she would need an owl. Finally, after five dakika of mental debating, she decided on a cat. 'If I need to send someone a message, I'll use one of the schools owls.'. When she walked into the store, Alex had to pause for a moment to let her eyes get used to the darkness. When she did, she saw, cages lined up in neat rows on the floor. The cages were like large dhahabu canary cages, but were square. Some had owls, some had bats, some even had different sized and colored gecko's! Near the back wall, there was a closed off section surrounded kwa a four foot tall safety fence. Inside were all there cats. Some were still suckling, were as some were as old as Alex, in cat years anyway. The orodha did say get an animal that's not just out of need of there mother, but not an old one. So...... In-between. But what age is in-between?

"Hello there young miss." A tall, frail man came up to her. He had balding brown hair, green eyes, and looked to be about fifty-something. "Seems wewe have a liking to our Cats here."

"Yeah, but my school orodha says not to young, not to old, in-between. What age is in-between?" Alex showed him her orodha and he nodded like he got this swali a lot.

"Well, I would say it's about six months to three years. Depends on what level your starting at. For a beginner, I recommend six months to two years." and then he turned around to help some old pudgy lady with how much a gecko was. She bit her lip and stared at the cats. Each one had a collar, alama on, and a little tag saying there gender, breed,age and price. Alex picked up a large white fluffy one. He was a little two expensive for her, so she put him back down. Then on other one caught her eye. He was lithe and all black, except for his front left paw was white. He looked pretty young and healthy. Alex picked him up and examined his collar. She skipped the breed since she really didn't care, but she liked the age and price, so she hoped she liked the cat. She turned him so he faced her, and stared him in the eye. He looked back sort of lazily, but attentive. Alex like this cat. She turned and was about to take a step to the check out when the man she talked to appeared in front of her.

"Like him, huh? Good choice. He's calm and quiet, but he likes to play once in a while and he's very friendly." He nodded.

"Um, yeah, I'll take him." Alex handed him the cat. He nodded, took the cat, and waltzed over to the counter. He fidgeted with something, but when he turned around the cat was in a small, gold, square cage. Alex paid and left the shop.

Once she was out and adjusted to the light, Alex realized that she didn't know how to get back. The orodha only alisema how to get here, not how to get back. She walked to the place were she first came in, and found a large brick ukuta with one red brick in the center. Relief flooded through her, and Alex tapped every other brick, stepping back as the door swung open. As soon as she was outside, she put down the bags and dialed her moms number.






Thanks!!!! Hope wewe like it because it took me forever to write!!!!!!!! ;)
posted by Karartegirl99
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One day, she talked during a moto while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the tafuta for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang aliiba five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.

Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
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So she was nyumbani schooled.

But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they Lost their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.

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THE END
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I sighed in relief when i heard the kengele signal the end of class....
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posted by hgfan5602
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posted by sweetpea92
CHAPTER TWO
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posted by blossomyumyum
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wewe shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope wewe finally see
That wanting from wewe makes me feel
wewe shouldn’t buy my love
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Dear Noel,
I wish wewe were still here. At times I go back to when we were little- we loved to eat Push Pop Ice Cream and played in the pool every siku at summer. wewe were my best friend….. But we were like sisters, playing house with my little brother. Your grandmother got along with my grandmother, too- they talked to each other, and life seemed to be so easy. But then we parted kwa moving away. I still thought of wewe every day, and every night I worried that something would happen to you. But now, you’ve left us all, and gone on to a place only wewe and your sister know about, along with...
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posted by problematic124
****Please don't copy, Enjoy!****
Chapter 1
The new girl
The first thought that came to Phire's mind of the new nyumbani she was ment to live in for the inayofuata four years was how strange. Her new hometown looked like something from a movie au a magazine.
If Phire hadn't known that she was in Open fields she probably would have mistaken this for L.A. au even Hollywood.
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Max's POV
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4) For some strange reason I've always found myself to become attracted to guys that like me. (Unless they're super creepy and stalk...
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posted by problematic124
Her eyes were raw
But she could not cry
It was all she saw
The pain and the lies
Her hope was broken
She felt incomplete
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To be able to laugh
To be able to smile
If not even once
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She has to survive
It's the only thing that could keep her alive
Her eyes started to water
But she held the tears back
She never wanted
To be seen like that
Her life was of ruins
She hurt a real lot
Her family was gone
And left to rot
It was a long time
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She felt like a crime
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She sat there,at the foot of the bed,holding the book in her trembling hands.Rain fell,slamming against the window.The room was cold,dark,gloomy despite the bright blue of the walls.Somehow,blue didnt seem so bright anymore..not without her wide dimpled smile to liven it up.Lisa...the name filled her mind,sending little pinpricks of raw pain throughout her body.Lisa,bright thrteen mwaka old Lisa,her only little sister was gone.Tears spilled from Jane's eyes.She looked out the window.Max was standing in the porch,his handsome face tight with concern.Somewhwere in her mind,she,Jane knew it was...
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Darjeeling,India. Darjeeling is definitely one of the most beautiful places on the earth. Every single thing of Darjeeling is beautiful. Its alisema that Great dangerous are always lurking behind every beautiful thing, same is here. Every single thing have its own story here. Some of them will make wewe happy and the others will make wewe sad au it will make you...
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"Alessa! What happened?!" Micah shouted. I had a long, somewhat deep scar around my face. Last night Dad pushed me down the stairs, and the railing had scratched my face. But I just shook my head.

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"I'm sorry," I alisema quietly. He rolled his eyes and hugged me.

"C'mon. We're late for school."

***

After school, I told Micah I wanted to go to the park au something; just to have fun. I didn't tell him I was still afraid to go home. He...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Author's Note: "Look, now I am going to tell wewe a story of the life of Rosemary Vega a.k.a me."

I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at uandishi stories, imba like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I upendo to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer au a voice actress.
I am interested in nyota Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My inayopendelewa pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.

Thank wewe for giving me your time to read this article! :D